some say journaling or writing has a way of averting suicidal tendencies
well, i believe that true only because the lead is never sharp enough
to do fatal damage except maybe to the ego sketched and doodled
across a page. dull lead injected into the heart only weighs slow
on the blood feeding further insanity to a brain capable of abstract
visions repressed. there are those (like the i) who never get their aim right
(blind fools - the i calls them) stabbing both occipital lobes in order
to relieve pain, like our Francis
totally unaware of his future following
robed and un-robed.
how many has he lead
in path and prayer...
now many a wolf has been befriended...
or nourishment shared. he knew he
was an instrument, a cave dweller - are we all instruments (reluctant)?
or is the instrument in our hand?...to turn it on ourselves
is a personal choice i suppose. my sharpening tool is a but forged
dull knife, unless i can instituted funds for a more modern tooling any
damage i could administer would be more painful than reluctant rituals written.
i read this book Reluctant Saint by Donald Spoto -a couple years back now..Francis was a soul that could not truly know the impact he would make on the world and its future...some say he was saint, some say insane...either way no one can deny his legacy....bkm
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